Vivian Hsieh vs Catalina Otalvaro for the BBU JMD Title

(Written by DaEpicMan/Results by Lookout!)

Round six was an achievement.

She can punch, I’ll give her that. Vivian Hsieh’s jab clipped Otalvaro on the ear. She knows to try to end as fast as she can. Catalina dodged her follow-up hook and threw a counter, an uppercut that went swift and low. Stretched far out as her arms were, Hsieh should not be able to block it.

And she was right. Her fist just barely caught a breast before slamming into her chin, snapping her head back as befit the might of a champion, sending the Asian staggering back. Otalvaro’s own follow-up combo’d perfectly with it, hitting home somewhere between cheek and jaw, twisting the challenger’s head sideways like the snap of the hanging tree. The match should be over.

But Vivian remained standing, a sign of her merit as challenger. Most of the division could not reach round six in a match with her. More endowed she was, F cups to Catalina’s Ds. More power, as Elodie di Patrizi learned to her sorrow. More resilient, too, having taken every blow in Catalina’s book and did not fall, not even once. But she had weaknesses, too, and those a champion must not have, lest she lose her crown. Hsieh did not seem to know that - every single one of her punches had hit its mark.

A lesson was in order, then.

Catalina pressed forward, pushing her opponent back with her presence, back from where they stood in the middle of the ring all the way to the ropes. There, she would not be able to run. The going was slow, as Vivian closed the range and fell into a slugging clinch, mauling her smaller breasts with thunderous power, the sound of slapped flesh audible to even the most distant of watchers. Through the pain she pushed, fighting back with her own punches, using her greater size to drive the younger woman back. And she gave, giving like a breached, groaning dike that men have thought secure; with growing intensity she fought, yet she could not overcome it. A blur her fists became, digging out Catalina’s abdomen like miners through a cave, yet Otalvaro could not be deterred. Over a minute this struggle went on. Thrice she increased her struggles, white gloves like lightning on the air, yet the champion’s progress was unforgiving.

At last the rope was reached. Pushing away from the clinch, Catalina made distance, and Vivian found her own punches hitting air, her body leaning forward into the vast void of nothingness that awaited her and her manager. In that unbalanced moment Catalina dug her heels into the mat and surged forward again, all of her body behind her trademark uppercut that had finished so many would-be slayers in the saga of her glory.

Once was not enough. The blow sent Hsieh back, but she bounced right back, still standing, still fighting.

Twice, thrice, four times. Each had all her power behind it, slipping past Vivian’s guard like water through open fingers, but the challenger would not relent, give up, go home and admit that this was not her day. She was not going to win, yet she was stubborn, and refused to fall until utterly forced to. Punch after punch she threw, the blows and Vivian’s swelling jugs becoming the world. Hsieh punched back, but she did not notice, even as they rocked her head left and right. She cursed her, she beat her, she tore into her opponent so thoroughly that the referee considered for a brief moment that he should interfere in the match despite a resisting opponent.

At last the Asian buckled, slumping onto her backside, dazed and hurt and groaning. Not a moment too soon, too, for Catalina looked at the clock and saw less than a second remaining in the round. She looked back at the fallen girl and could not smile. Her seat was not as secure as she thought.

Winner and still BBU JMD champion Catalina Otalvaro KO Round 6